tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067720933708452667.post9150965667554697117..comments2023-11-29T17:12:52.735-06:00Comments on The Slab: Teaching the childrenUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067720933708452667.post-20910969886220573742012-07-22T23:42:27.289-05:002012-07-22T23:42:27.289-05:00Under protest, I was briefly a cub scout. I never...Under protest, I was briefly a cub scout. I never hid when I disapproved of being signed up for stuff. Even as a child I thought the pursuit of merit badges was pretty stupid... an impression only reinforced my total disdain for the other kids in the group.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067720933708452667.post-54611679267086449122012-07-21T22:12:25.400-05:002012-07-21T22:12:25.400-05:00I was asked to leave the Boy Scouts when I was 14,...I was asked to leave the Boy Scouts when I was 14, because it was pretty obvious I wasn't like other boys. Not that I cared. I was only in it because my folks thought it was something I ought to do and would grow to like it. I didn't. I hated camping and couldn't swim (still can't). And my first male crush was an airman who was helping out the scout master. Gorgeous man who looked so damn right in a square-cut Speedo.JamTheCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10246923336782407087noreply@blogger.com